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| - I loves me some tapas. I was all excited about a place that devotes itself mostly to tapas. And I definitely shouldn't have been so excited for the following two reasons:
1.Three coworkers and I went around noon on a Tuesday. Despite the fact that it was the lunch hour, there were only three groups of people in the restaurant. Score! It seems that downtown Urbana is not a teeming metropolis. Normally, having less than 15 people in the restaurant (in a decent sized restaurant capable of holding many more people) would bode well for getting your food in a timely fashion. That was not the case. We waited over 45 minutes to get our food, which, by the way, were three sandwiches and a grilled chicken breast. Seriously. 45 minutes. How do you even manage that?
2) We had a collectively underwhelming experience with our entrees. I had a vegetable panini, which lured me in with its grilled red peppers and Manchego cheese. It wound up being mostly oiled bread, a VERY sparse sprinkling of Manchego (delightful as the sprinkling was--no offense to you, Manchego), and no more than three 1" chunks of red pepper per side. That's barely even a sandwich, V. Picasso. That's like two slices of bread with a teenie weenie, pathetic side salad. Sadly, my coworkers didn't fare much better.
I did taste one cube of Patatas Bravas, though. That was good.
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